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In the final laboratory, sword lights criss-crossed, and the sound of musical notes bursting sounded one after another.
The nine-foot-long slender blade popped out of the professor's sleeve and fell to the ground, slithering like a snake, creating layers of dreamlike cold light. The musical notes engraved on the blade kept lighting up, making people dazzled and confused by it.
If you fall into it, I'm afraid it will break into pieces if you are in a trance, right
"By the way, do you think I've improved a lot?"
Compared to the last time when he ran for his life in embarrassment, Ye Qingxuan was much more relaxed in dodging this time.
Relying on the reading and interpretation of thought threads, as well as the transformed "iron bones", this guy is particularly capable of wandering among the blades and musical notes, and he keeps spewing trash talk in his mouth, trying to Distract the professor.
"I'm sorry, it seems that every time we meet, I accidentally spoil your good things. But I always want to be more open-minded, right? Look at me being treated like this by you, I'm not angry at all. Besides, I just said Regardless of past grudges, I saved you. We are all 'old friends', can't we sit down and talk?"
"Old friend?"
The professor seemed to smile, "Your friendship really makes me sleepless."
"It doesn't matter. People like you who have no friends and are lonely all your life are like this. I can understand it."
A cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes: "-After I strip you naked and hang you up, we will be good friends forever."
Among the intertwined sword blades, he suddenly took a step forward and threw himself into the gorgeous cold light, as if he wanted to embrace death.
The professor's robe shook slightly, and the sword blade bounced up and danced like a snake, wrapping around Ye Qingxuan layer by layer, tightening with a snap of his fingers, and twisting him into pieces.
But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his palm towards him, and the plain black arm armor on his arm released a burning red light!
Bang!
"Sigh" finally cooled down and once again released a frantic shock wave!
As if in an instant, the balloon was popped, and the air filled with the smell of blood suddenly expanded, forming strong wind pressure and sweeping in all directions.
The hurricane swept through and flicked the tightened sword blade. Ye Qingxuan's fingers tightened instantly, and his two fingers caught the flying sword blade just right.
The shock waves rushed into the nine-foot sword blade, causing it to tremble crazily and shatter inch by inch. This dangerous weapon, which requires extreme skill to operate, almost instantly lost control under the high-pressure damage from the "Sighing Blade".
Under the hood, the professor's eyes tightened and he stepped back, but the young man's eyes lit up with gloating.
The next moment, the black river that gathered the resentment and hatred of countless transformed bodies spread out from his wave, and with the wailing melody, it suddenly wound towards the professor.
He had been waiting for this opening for a long time.
For a moment, the professor's movements stopped, and Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he felt dizzy in front of his eyes.
Memories surged out of the depths of the brain uncontrollably.
There was heavy snow in the sky, the huts were set on fire, and the flames burned away tears.
"Little Ye Zi, don't be afraid."
Someone whispered softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid..."
Ye Qingxuan's body stiffened, his vision turned black, and the feeling in his limbs and body was rapidly being withdrawn and deprived of him.
Only now did he finally understand: the sword blade and musical notes just now were just a cover-up. The real killer of the professor was the melody that burst out when the sword blade shook!
He hid the music in the sky-piercing screams!
But this stiff feeling is extremely familiar. Guilty past memories keep pouring out of my mind. It's difficult to breathe, as if I'm drowning in a black river.
Visual distortion, olfactory interference, somatosensory deprivation, auditory control...
This is... This is...
Is this Black Friday? !
In an instant, he suddenly understood and looked blankly at the professor in front of him. They were drowning in the dark river called by the other.
Immediately afterwards, the same movements were repeated, reversing the melody, dismantling the intervals, breaking the control, dispersing the influence... In the end, he was freed from the abnormal mental state at the same time.
Coincidentally, the two of them wanted to attack first and gain the upper hand, but they pressed back forcefully and just looked at each other warily.
"Ye Qingxuan?"
The professor's voice drifted into his ears on the wind:
"...So it's really you?"
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's pupils shrank:
"Who the hell are you?!"
The professor was silent for a moment and couldn't help laughing softly: "Who am I? Who else could I be. Just a homeless monster."
He raised his fingers and lifted up the hood that covered his face. The darkness of illusion lingering underneath dissipated, and for the first time, he revealed his true face.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his jaw being dislocated, and almost thought that he had fallen into the opponent's illusion again.
The majestic criminal mastermind of Avalon, the shadow of Lower City and the demonic musician, Professor Moriarte... is actually a woman!
It’s just a woman, but I have seen this charming and beautiful face before!
"This is what a professor really is, okay? My 'old friend'."
On that slightly pale cheek, her eyes were like the silhouette of the moonlight, staring quietly at the young man in front of her, and her thin red lips raised a pleasant smile.
I have to say that she is indeed the only beauty Ye Qingxuan has seen in his life. Just her smile is enough to make people lose their minds and unable to take their eyes away.
"But, how could it be you?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured to himself, but the mist of illusion gathered again and covered the face again.
"Compared to this, I think we have more important things to focus on, right?"
She sighed and looked in the direction of the laboratory door, where the roar had gradually increased, and the melody of destruction played by the Royal Orchestra was already close to her ears.
The flames, rays, and frost of the transformation faction tore apart the layers of barriers and rushed towards the core direction with overwhelming force. The ferocious phantom beasts of the summoning faction followed closely behind, extinguishing all living creatures.
The smell of blood in the air became thicker and thicker, and no grass was left wherever they passed. Whether they were crazy mutants or innocent doctors, they were all cleaned up without discrimination.
This is the "Extermination Document" issued by the royal family, an order of destruction that will only be issued to clean up polluted villages and towns.
They actually appeared here today. I'm afraid the royal family really wants to kill them all, right
"I'm starting to regret why I didn't just kill you."
She glanced at Ye Qingxuan: "It's too late to leave now."
"Eighteen."
Ye Qingxuan released his mind line for detection. Before his mind line was cut off by the turbulent flow, he roughly detected the location of those people and frowned slowly.
That group of people was really strong and clear, and they didn't miss an inch. They seemed to have a musician from the apocalypse group directing them. The complicated forks in the road and the dark environment did not have any impact on them.
Eighteen, divided into six teams. The leader of each team exudes strong etheric fluctuations, including three resonance-level musicians who have broken through the barrier of knowledge and vision.
This kind of lineup is completely enough to destroy a town and scorch every inch of soil.
"I'm afraid it's more than that."
The professor shook his head and looked at the broken ceiling above his head: "Mockingbird and the others dare to perform a blood sacrifice in Arkham Asylum. I'm afraid they have also prepared a way to deal with the Royal Musicians..."
Before he finished speaking, a drop of dark mud fell from the broken crack in the dome.
A thumb-sized piece of mud fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound. The mud splashed on the ground, forming a palm-sized stain, but something vaguely squirming in the stain.
Like a cave leading to some dark place, the foul wind blows out of the stain, bringing with it a neighing chant.
This was the first drop, followed by the second, third, and finally, like rain, falling one after another. Not only the cracks, but also this weird "mud" seeped out quickly from the floor under your feet and from the gaps in the walls.
If this continues, I'm afraid they will no longer have a foothold soon!
"here we go."
The professor's eyes turned cold:
"—Elegiac tribute."